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hoseok, birthday

requested 

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you sat there in the darkness of your shared bedroom. it was a long time since hoseok had come home on time. 

you and hoseok were married for 3 years, you finally thought you had found the one you would spend the rest of your life till the day you die, but as the years went by, the relationship yous both once had was crumbling.

he was cheating. you knew for a fact he was.

the way he would come home in the middle of the night thinking you were alseep, the way he would have the fragrance of a female perfume neither of you owned or the way he wouldn't kiss you anymore. 

he always said that if he even thought about cheating, he would end it straight away to not make me suffer, but look where you were now? suffering because of him.

since the day you met him in a cafe, you thought he was the sweetest guy on earth-  always giving hope to people. 

you instantly had an attraction to him, to the point where you only went to the cafe to talk to him, and eventually we got together and got married.

tomorrow was your birthday and you hoped that hobi had gotten you at least one present.

 you didn't really have any friends, since you stayed at home all day and if you did go out it would be for groceries or clothes. however a good friend of yours, jimin, was the only friend you had since high school.

you woke up on the day of your birthday, expecting to see hobi's angelic face next to you, but of course there was no one there. 

you rubbed your drowsy eyes and stared at the empty spot on the bed. 

you thought he was in the kitchen, cooking up a breakfast or something, but that hope was crushed when you realised you were home alone.

you were about to cry when your phone started ringing.

you ran to it, wanting it to be your dear husband explaining all of this, but instead it was jimin.

"hello?" 

"happy birthday! wooooo" jimin shouts down the phone.

"aww.. thanks.. you're the first person to wish me" you gently smile thinking of hoseok - he must've forgot.

"wait what? what about hobi?" he said confused.

"he wasn't here when i woke up" tears were threatening to spill from your eyes and your voice shook whilst telling your friend.

"i'm gonna have to talk to him again!" he yelled.

"no no! it's fine, he never listens anyway.." you quietly mumble, but loud enough for jimin to hear.

"i would come over.. but my boyfriend and i have got stuff to do" he says, feeling sorry for you.

"it's ok, i'll manage, bye now" you say.

"ok.. bye!" jimin hung up and you let a big sigh - how could he forget your birthday?

the whole day went by without you seeing him, there really wasn't any point anymore. if he was busy, why wouldn't he at least texted you?

you get dressed in your pyjamas and head to bed; hobi hadn't come home all day.

you were about to crawl under the blankets when you heard the front door click. then something in your mind told you to confront him.

you walked over to the door to be greeted with hoseok smelling like another female.

you took a deep breath and asked him the question you had no courage to ask him before.

"where have you been?" you firmly ask - you were definitely going to get an answer out of him. 

"not now y/n i'm tired.." hoseok said, avoiding the question. you stood in front of him to block his path.

"do you even know what day it is today?" you quietly whisper.

"y/n. i don't know and i don't care. now can you please move out of my i want to go to bed!" he says angrily.

you get scared from his loud voice and move to side. as he walks past he bumps into you.

that night you stayed up till he went to sleep. you didn't deserve to be treated like this.

you quietly made your way into the shared bedroom and started to pack everything. you looked at hoseok one last time and softly kissed his forehead.

you quickly wrote a note and left it on the kitchen counter and then you left; not regretting your decision.

hoseok's pov

i wake up at 4am as usual to make my way to yuri's house. i've been seeing her for the past months and i wish i married her instead of y/n. 

i expected to see y/n next to me, but she was no where to be seen. she must've slept on the couch after last night's arguement.

i walk over to the kitchen and see a neatly folded piece of paper amongst a red folder on the counter. i opened it up and read the contents.

dear my husband hobi,

if you're wondering where ive gone, i'm leaving. 
i know you've been cheating on me, however i was too much of a coward to confront you face to face and the fact you did it on my birthday as well?
inside the folder is the divorce papers, i've already signed my part and i don't think it would be difficult to sign yours. 

love y/n

i didn't even realise but i had started crying. even though it was my choice to neglect her, my heart still ached for her. 

i wasn't in a position to cry, it was my fault.  it's better this way, y/n won't suffer because of me anymore.

i should've just left her without making her suffer like this. 

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